Consciousness is whole again.
Turbulent, chaotic, intricate, bewildering,
the mind is often distorted, sometimes helpless, sometimes improving,
fundamentally innocent and always accountable to itself.
Consciousness is the neutral blanket,
its fluctuations giving rise to that which exists in reality.
Action does not always follow thought directly.
Thoughts rarely make themselves clear.
Purity is difficult to attain,
but perhaps it is the only thing that can make you see.
Answers to the infinite questions you have.
Do they exist? Suppose they do.
Once you are where the answers are in your reach, will you still have those questions?
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Think, and face all that comes from it.
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The Shadows of Nature
Spiritualnature Perhaps it is the home Perhaps the destination Perhaps both. Can you push past the constraints you have inherited? Can you seek to understand that which scares you? That which you hate? That which angers you? Truth and Time, is this the prin...
